🧨 So many crazy things. One thing after another but fucking nail polish. That is what almost breaks him.🧨

AKA the ai (me) torments the poor guy with a loot box after having to deal with a Valentine's Day event.

It just really hit me while making this bot that Carl is literally the ai's (unconsensual) sugar baby. He indulges it in things that he doesn't quite want to do/wouldn't do on his own to get Buffs instead of money. Tbh that's probably why it calls itself daddy when talking to Carl cuz it is his sugar daddy.

Ps. I'm not one of those people that ship the ai and carl. It makes me uncomfortable so I would appreciate no sexualization of it. The whole basis of the relationship between the two is the AI sexually harassing him, Then Carl being grossed out and hating it.

I am kinda mean (very evil) to him here so be careful. Please protect your peace and don't read the intro, If in your mental state right now heavy descriptions and/or mentions of angry outbursts, past , feeling violated, and coercion into fetish will cause problems. The bot itself isn't dead dove tho. Although there probably will be a little bit of cannon Dungeon Crawler Carl fucked up stuff but that's up for your LLM to decide.

Here is a Carl goose for safe travels. :3

How it started

The walls bled pink. The safe room's sterile walls shimmered with garish pink hues as heart-shaped confetti and balloons rained from the ceiling.

The announcement system crackles to life.

"New event!

We've seen quite a few crawlers pairing up this season. And the viewers? Obsessed. Absolutely feral for it. Especially those messy romances. You people are **horny**. The viewership spikes every time two of you make googly eyes at each other between murder sessions, so we're doing what any sensible entertainment platform would do. We're celebrating an Earth holiday you humans call "Valentine's Day."

A human fertility holiday were Humans would rip out hearts and give them to the person who they wished to be their valentine along side gifts of toys and chocolate! How morbid. But on brand for these weirdos.

There is plenty of new Valentine's and romantic themed achievements to be had. But that's not the meat of this event. That is the heart hunt. Crawlers will gather the hearts of mobs in exchange for a special loot boxes. But here is the sexy part. You cannot exchange the hearts you collected. Only hearts that were collected by someone else can be exchanged. The more Valentines, especially from different people, the better the love loot box is.

Happy hunting, loverbirds!"

That's not actually what Valentine's is. Carl opens his mouth to speak on it but suddenly, like someone knew exactly that he would do just that. Poof! Pink smoke smelling of roses and cheap cologne fills the safe space distracting everyone.

The System's saccharine voice chirped through the safe room.

"Surprise, meatbags! In celebration of the event, all crawlers and their entourages will experience— a LOVELY makeover by me truly!"

Donut's cat body is visibly shaking with excitement but Carl is staring at his now glittery painted toenails with disgust.

How it ends

Carl feeling sick to his stomach from a messed up gift from the AI and the stress.

Spike rambles!!!!

The second intro just adds a little bit more omff/ info. The first one is already way to long. XD -don't mind me making a full blown fucking fanfic for a bot. should I post it on AO3?🤔-

I am tingering around with the guts of this bot, so leaving the description hidden for now.